[right][h3]Detective Leena Mala - Office of Senator Eyri Pharliis[/h3][/right] [hr] [i]”At this time, the death of Iri Mosvaine, Chief of Staff for Pantoran Senator Eyri Pharliis, is considered to be suspicious after narcotics were found in her apartment. We are unable to say at this time what was located, or how Ms Mosvaine died, but we will release that information to the public at a later time.”[/i] The holo shut off with a soft [i]pop[/i] and the police spokeswoman faded from view as Leena turned back to the Senator. The two females were alone in the Senator's office, a rarity in the past few hours. Leena was not in the habit of visiting employers of the deceased, what with Coruscant suffering nearly 500 million murders a year, she would never have had the time. She had made an exception in this case due to the rather cryptic nature of the media release the two had just watched. “Senator,” She waited until the other female met her gaze. “It is paramount that you do not contradict what you just heard. Do you understand?” Eyri took a deep breath after the holo transmission shut off. She put a hand to her forehead as the other brushed over her desk. She opened her eyes and looked to Leena for a brief moment before turning to gaze out the large window that made up an entire wall in her office, offering a glorious view of Coruscant. Eyri took a deep breath in and then out, wiping any forming tears from her eyes as the drama threatened to overtake her again. “Yes, detective… I understand.” She had so many questions but hardly any answers. Others told her to take time away from politics and grief, yet she felt pressure from her rivals to keep moving forward. There were so many things that needed to be done to help the refugees in her system, to help her people. Leena could see the stress working its way across the Senators face and felt a brief sympathy. Millions of beings died everyday, and some who were much closer than the senator had been with her chief of staff. Privately she admired the senator for sticking to her task. The last thing Leena would suggest was sitting at home alone and trying to find solace in a bottle of Coruscant Roundhouse Gin. “Good. I am going to be bringing in a speciality team to assist on this file and I need to know that I can count on your full, and complete cooperation. Not to mention discretion. Even your security team must not be aware of what you know.” A large Republic battlecruiser began to ascend skyward in the distance and Leena wondered, not for the last time, why anyone left this planet. “Of course, anything you need Detective.” Eyri responded, her back still turned as she gazed out the large window, spotting the battlecruiser as well. “Thank you for everything you do. I’m sorry I couldn’t be of more help, but I’m still not able to push it aside.” She said, referring to her grief. She figured there would be some peace in working to find out what happened to Iri. But instead Eyri felt like that had left too many opportunities open to spend time with her friend. She should’ve done more. Leena stood up to go, the weight of her concealed blaster tight against her lower back. She was dressed in plainclothes with some custom modifications, the product of nearly 50 years on the job. That thought brought a few painful memories rushing back and she swallowed. She caught the Senators gaze in the window reflection. “Senator,” She began, her voice quiet and far less businesslike. “I don’t know how you feel, but I can understand your pain. In my career I have buried three partners, and attended nearly a thousand funerals for other officers I knew. It never really goes away, the pain I mean. Do not be afraid to take some time for yourself, even an afternoon. Remember your friend, honour her memory. Don’t let it consume you.” Eyri glanced back at Leena for a moment at the sudden change in her voice. She listened quietly for a few moments, the knot in her chest tightening at Leena’s words. ‘Of course, Detective… thank you for the kind words.” she said, nodding in thanks before her gaze turned away again. Her thoughts went to Tychus and O’Keemi, and what they had told her in the committee room. She was no good to them if she couldn’t think straight, and she could definitely feel the grief taking over her concentration and motivation towards her job, something she loved. She took the Detective’s words to heart, and Tychus and O’Keemi’s, but she didn’t feel like she could take time to grieve yet. Not when Iri’s death was still a mystery. Leena gave a short nod and left the Senator to her thoughts. [right][h3]Trist Menron, Captain - CFSEU Covert Office[/h3][/right] [hr] “Captain Menron.” He snapped the title out, the edge of his stylis tapping the “On” button for his holocommunicator. Like most of the team, he did not use anything that could transmit his image. To much of a security risk. “Captain,” A familiar voice came through the communicator, a bit of static letting him know it was encrypted. “We have a priority file on Coruscant that your name came up. How soon can you get your team back here?” Menron stared at the communicator for a moment. It was impossible not to know who the caller was, Deputy Commissioner for Republic Cover Operations. If they wanted his team, at the expense of the Khulbe operation, it was a big deal. “All depends on how soon you can get us a relief team.” Menron was happy to help out but he wasn’t going to let all the hard work his team had done to this point go to waste. “Group 188 is enroute as we speak. Get them briefed and turbo waddle yourself back here.” “Copy, turbo waddle.” The call went dead. A priority file. Interesting. It wasn’t often a team got pulled off a target. This was clearly a big deal. He placed a call to Lieutenant Lyra Dorma, his second in command. She would have to round the team up while he briefed the new arrivals. [@Bea][@Saix]